A/N: Well it has only taken me a year and a half, but this story is finally to the end! =D A special THANKS to all my readers who were faithful and patient and being with me during this last year and a half. I started this story when I started college and it wasn't easy to keep up with because of my studies, but now it's complete and you can read it more than once if you'd like. (= Well, without further ado….

Jack sat in his lawyer's office a week and a half after getting back from Paris.

"I want a divorce." The lawyer looked at him and smiled.

"Jack, we aren't even dating." He chuckled.

"I mean from my wife." Jack said with his arms crossed glaring at his attorney.

"I know what you mean Jack. You have been together for almost twenty years and now you want a divorce?" He questioned looking at jack.

"I feel like an outsider in my own home. My wife doesn't want me there. Neither do my kids. My youngest cries every time I try to hold him. It's hard trying to fit into this premade family. My wife's ex-husband has even come into the picture to help raise my children. I just can't it anymore." Jack said.

"How long were you gone? After so long a family starts going through the abandonment process. Particularly, young children. They don't remember a lot and if somebody isn't in their life for a while they tend to forget different people. Plus, your son is an infant who wasn't even born when you left correct?" He asked leaning up.

"Wait a minute, are you saying this is MY fault?" Jack exclaimed. The attorney shook his head.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying that things like this tend to happen. Nobody is to blame when it comes to small children. But if you want to get a divorce I'm the person to go to." The lawyer leaned back and smiled. Jack stood and walked out of the office.

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Reba was sitting in the living room with Brock. He was holding the baby. Jack's ears turned blood red when he walked in his front door. What was that man doing holding his baby? Jack walked over to her.

"Reba, can I talk to you?" Reba looked up at him.

"What's the matter?" She asked him.

"We need to go into the kitchen and talk privately." Jack said and then looked at Brock.

"I think I should be going." Brock stated.

"Good idea." Jack said sarcastically. Reba glared at him while she took Andrew from Brock. Brock left and they walked into the kitchen.

"What do you want?" Reba whirled around and glared at her husband. "He may be my ex-husband, but at least he has been here for me and my kids since we moved to Houston."

"Your kids? That's my problem! You all are leaving me out of my own family! I haven't been back very long and I'm an outsider in my own family." Jack hollered.

"If you're an outsider Jack you did that yourself! I didn't tell you to leave Boston! I didn't tell you to go to Paris! If I recall I asked you to stay here!" Reba screamed. Andrew started crying really loudly because his parents were getting worked up. Reba calmly looked down at her baby boy and smiled at him. "I'm sorry Andrew." She looked at Jack. "I'm going to go put him in his crib and then we can finish this discussion." Reba walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She laid Andrew in his crib and rubbed the side of his cheek with her finger softly and slowly. She smiled at him and then sighed. She walked out of the room, down the stairs and back into the kitchen. Jack was sitting at the kitchen table. "Now, what was it you were trying to say?" Reba asked. Jack stood.

"I feel like I don't belong here anymore. For Pete's sake you even moved across the country without even consulting me first!" Jack exclaimed.

"You have done a bang up job excluding yourself from our family Jack. You are the one who left for two years to go to Paris, France. Not me! I didn't ask you to go. I offered to go with you. You said no." Reba reminded him. Jack sighed.

"I know. I was thinking earlier that maybe I should have taken you guys with me. I feel terrible that I did that; but you could have at least told me you were moving BEFORE you did!" Reba whirled around and stood right in front of Jack looking up into his deep brown eyes. Their noses were almost touching.

"The reason I didn't tell you about the move Jack was because you didn't care enough about our family to stay in the same country with us, that I thought you weren't coming back. I didn't think you cared enough about us." Reba stated and then started to cry. She pulled herself away and sat on the kitchen counter. She looked over as her dumbstruck husband stood there. "Maybe I shouldn't have moved; but I needed to have some part of my family around. You weren't here, and I needed my kids. Brock has been coming around to help. We aren't seeing each other. He is still legally married to Barbara Jean." Reba said. Jack sighed.

"I can't do this anymore." Jack stated.

"Jack," Reba said calmly. She got up off the seat and walked towards him. He backed away from her.

"I talked to a lawyer today. I want a divorce."